A/n: This is my first newsie fanfic and I want to know what you guys think.
Melanie is mine but Spot is Newsies.
The frigid air swept through Brooklyn's streets, making many people head for the warmth of the nearest shelter. It made it harder for Melanie to sell her papes. She still had at least 20 papes left.
"Extra. Extra."
A man walked by and she ran up to him "Will you buy one of me papes?" The man muttered darkly but reached into his pocket and withdrew a coin. She continued wandering, selling another paper to a lady in a red dress and another to a small, balding man. Most people were heading into the nearby tavern for a quick drink to warm themselves up. She managed to sell a few more before she quit for the night.
It seemed amazing that not one other newsie would be around here but Melanie wasn't surprised. The boys didn't really know much about her aside from the fact that she could soak just about anyone of them, except for probably Spot Conlon. They didn't know she was a girl. Her jet black hair was always tucked up in her signature hat. But the guys left her alone and didn't come near her area when she was selling, it may have taken them a while but they learned to respect her.
At first, when she decided to be a newsie, she knew she had a disadvantage. She knew nothing about selling papers, fighting, or how to live. Melanie learned quickly enough though, because if she didn't then she would have died. She got a slingshot and watched fights and imitated them. It would be a lie to say she didn't get beat up when she first came to Brooklyn, but after time she learned, she wasn't one to make mistakes twice. One guy decided that he didn't want her in that particular spot and she soaked him. Not long after she had the respect she wanted. One thing about newsies, word traveled around.
At times it was lonely but it was better than going back and facing her parents. She shook her head clearing the memories. Melanie didn't want to think about them. Instead she focused on getting to her "apartment". That was a laugh. The place had a serious need of cleaning, but no one had lived in it for a while and it was considered a safety hazard so no one went near it. Dodging the few people that were willing to brave the cold, she ducked into the side alley next to the apartment.
Taking a deep breath, she jumped up and grabbed the last rung of the fire escape ladder and pulling herself up until she could hook a leg over the bar. Swinging up, she climbed the rest of the way up and got in from the window.
Walking into her apartment, she tossed her extra papes onto a pile of papes on the floor. Her apartment was a wreck. She hadn't cleaned in days and the place showed it. Trash littered her floor like ants, old papes were everywhere and her bed of straw had gotten a little mussed. It was the same old thing.
Life was almost boring; you can't say it totally was because being a newsies wasn't boring in the least. She just wanted to say she had someone to hang out with. It would have been nice to just have someone to talk to or play pokah with. The thought of going somewhere else had crossed her mind. They might not care if she was a goil.
Manhattan's leader might not mind like spot did. She had overheard him talking to another of his newsies and said that his goil was nice but she couldn't keep up with his lifestyle. Also that no goil could be a newsie. 'I could' she thought angrily 'I'm just as good as any guy, and a hell of a lot better den dose hoity-toity bitches.'
She straightened up the apartment, picking up her trash. Looking around, she decided that she'd go to Manhattan in a couple of days, first she had to get some money saved up.
Melanie took her blanket and laid down on her bed of straw. The apartment was surprisingly warm for this time of the year. Her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it. Being a newsie you didn't make much money and you learned to go without a lot of food. Pushing thoughts of food away, she curled into a ball and waited for sleep.
The frigid air swept through Brooklyn's streets, making many people head for the warmth of the nearest shelter. It made it harder for Melanie to sell her papes. She still had at least 20 papes left.
"Extra. Extra."
A man walked by and she ran up to him "Will you buy one of me papes?" The man muttered darkly but reached into his pocket and withdrew a coin. She continued wandering, selling another paper to a lady in a red dress and another to a small, balding man. Most people were heading into the nearby tavern for a quick drink to warm themselves up. She managed to sell a few more before she quit for the night.
It seemed amazing that not one other newsie would be around here but Melanie wasn't surprised. The boys didn't really know much about her aside from the fact that she could soak just about anyone of them, except for probably Spot Conlon. They didn't know she was a girl. Her jet black hair was always tucked up in her signature hat. But the guys left her alone and didn't come near her area when she was selling, it may have taken them a while but they learned to respect her.
At first, when she decided to be a newsie, she knew she had a disadvantage. She knew nothing about selling papers, fighting, or how to live. Melanie learned quickly enough though, because if she didn't then she would have died. She got a slingshot and watched fights and imitated them. It would be a lie to say she didn't get beat up when she first came to Brooklyn, but after time she learned, she wasn't one to make mistakes twice. One guy decided that he didn't want her in that particular spot and she soaked him. Not long after she had the respect she wanted. One thing about newsies, word traveled around.
At times it was lonely but it was better than going back and facing her parents. She shook her head clearing the memories. Melanie didn't want to think about them. Instead she focused on getting to her "apartment". That was a laugh. The place had a serious need of cleaning, but no one had lived in it for a while and it was considered a safety hazard so no one went near it. Dodging the few people that were willing to brave the cold, she ducked into the side alley next to the apartment.
Taking a deep breath, she jumped up and grabbed the last rung of the fire escape ladder and pulling herself up until she could hook a leg over the bar. Swinging up, she climbed the rest of the way up and got in from the window.
Walking into her apartment, she tossed her extra papes onto a pile of papes on the floor. Her apartment was a wreck. She hadn't cleaned in days and the place showed it. Trash littered her floor like ants, old papes were everywhere and her bed of straw had gotten a little mussed. It was the same old thing.
Life was almost boring; you can't say it totally was because being a newsies wasn't boring in the least. She just wanted to say she had someone to hang out with. It would have been nice to just have someone to talk to or play pokah with. The thought of going somewhere else had crossed her mind. They might not care if she was a goil.
Manhattan's leader might not mind like spot did. She had overheard him talking to another of his newsies and said that his goil was nice but she couldn't keep up with his lifestyle. Also that no goil could be a newsie. 'I could' she thought angrily 'I'm just as good as any guy, and a hell of a lot better den dose hoity-toity bitches.'
She straightened up the apartment, picking up her trash. Looking around, she decided that she'd go to Manhattan in a couple of days, first she had to get some money saved up.
Melanie took her blanket and laid down on her bed of straw. The apartment was surprisingly warm for this time of the year. Her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it. Being a newsie you didn't make much money and you learned to go without a lot of food. Pushing thoughts of food away, she curled into a ball and waited for sleep.